The heart beats. Aorta and ventricle pumping on in 4/4
time, again and again·red water advancing 360 degrees,
as one minute becomes two. The waves slosh into the
speckled shore of a posh Dublin suburb. Like the
ripple of an approaching soundquake thatâs radiating
from the hip dance joint just down the shore, the
frequency intensifies, reaching an apex..a climax·.as
Mother Nature groans in ecstasy. Lying there, water
spread wide-open, she waits for time to pleasure her
once more. And he does·starting slowly, caressing her
softly..he works his way down..down·as he responds,
with a deafening scream of joy.
Meanwhile, down the shore in Bliss, DJ Maren spins a
trance lovers delight. Listening·Tracy closes her
eyes, one hand clutching her chest and the other
reaching for heaven. Like the crucifix her mum prays
to every night, Tracy reaches in the sky with her feet
and hand, hoping to just Maybe get near enough for Him
to hear her. Rising and dipping with the oceanic
soundwaves, over and over, just almost touching
eternity, then crashing down with each cycle, she
loses herself in the eternal rhythm of it all.